Fun, cheerful, or Shershez la femme “Oh women, your name is treachery!” once said the great inventor, putting his words into the mouth of the Danish prince. Oh, and with what inspiration hundreds and hundreds of actors repeated them after him! How many times has this thought been repeated and interpreted by other writers, artists, and directors? But let us not ascribe to anyone the merits of the discoverer, for even before hearts burned, blood boiled, human passions raged.
The big bully, voluptuous and lover of female charms Tinto Brass could not be on the sidelines. Having played in his time in a serious director, in almost every next picture he relishes this “O woman, ...”, in which, however, there is no pain, no anger, no despair. No, it's different. Here is a crafty smile, impatient shine of eyes, playful hands, trembling with sexual languor...
The movie “Oh Women!” could be a good (or bad) study of the relationship between a man and a woman. It could be like three Bechbeder years or Lelouch movies, 5*2. Ozone, or one of Almodóvar’s “female” films, proves to be a discourse on the nature of women. Could you? Research and reasoning in Brass’s films give way to another goal – to brighten up the gray evenings of the grief-single, to help the anxious and dissatisfied, or just to entertain the lighter. For if at the beginning of this director's film you see a woman, then be sure that soon she will find herself an adventure in one place.
The audience is offered six short stories about several tired lovers, whose imagination and emancipation, however, help them find a variety of ways to have fun. In the course is almost everything that comes to hand, and everyone who passed by. Role-playing games, uniforms, lesbian caresses, groupies, exhibitionism and sado-maso are a complete set of any decent porn film, which "Oh, women!" with all the close-ups - a little bit more - and would be. And women... Blondes and brunettes of all ages with slender legs, elastic butts, plump lips and empty eyes. Tinto Brass truly celebrates the beauty of women as she understands it. And those who sigh admiringly, looking at the Mona Lisa and Venus of Milo, and do not think to look for beauty here. This is clearly for a different purpose.
No, the woman in the film is not a mother, not a keeper of the hearth, not a friend, not a brother or a sister. She is a muse, designed to awaken lust in a man and satisfy her. Here only erect here for some reason are only dildos, issued as the desired and uncompromisingly stuck in the center of the frame. A real woman, according to Tinto Brass, as in a seditious anecdote, "and a horse to jump ... and in a burning hut will give up." But let's not be so serious. Beautiful ladies are too wise to be offended by all sorts of potty uncles and other pornographers for such a view of them. Some people, and women, know their true value. Priceless. And the movie is normal, whatever. Someone he will brighten up the evening, somewhere they will plug a hole in the night air, someone, perhaps, will inspire a sexual feat. Fun and pamperer Tinto Brass mischievously... Maybe we should stop pretending to be nice.